Jeffrey Thompkins (Born in Miami, Florida) known by his stage name JT Money… Read Full Bio ↴Jeffrey Thompkins (Born in Miami, Florida) known by his stage name JT Money, was the leader of the Miami, Florida Hip-Hop group, Poison Clan. Thompkins was discovered by Luther Campbell in a Miami talent show. Eventually, Luke signed JT Money & Debonaire as the group Poison Clan to his Skyywalker Records. The group eventually disbanded after a dispute with Luke.

JT Money is from the Norwood section of Miami. He assisted Luke in his feud with Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg when they dissed him by rapping the main verses on the diss "Cowards In Compton." Songs like "Action", "Fire Up This Funk", "The Girl That I Hate", "Don't Sleep On A Hizzo", "Shake What Ya Mama Gave Ya", are some of his more popular titles. JT is the self proclaimed "B-izer", or just call him "J-Baby". JT has been quoted as saying "Today's music and hip hop culture is watered down" and says that he will never change his rhyming style although major labels won't sponsor his music.

Alright
JT Money Lyrics

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Yo if you want to go to war, its alright
Well if you ain't hardcore, its alright
You want to get it on nigga, its alright
Its alright (its alright), It's alright (its alright)

Yo if you want to go to war, its alright
Well if you ain't hardcore, its alright
You want to get it on nigga, its alright

Its alright (its alright), It's alright (its alright)

I got a problem with fuck niggas
Always talkin' shit and try to duck niggas
Sucker niggas won't finish what they started
Be coppin' dueces cause them niggas soft-hearted
They straight bitches
Always puttin' on shows for these niggas and hoes
Be wantin' to run your mouth but won't throw no blows
Ain't got no scrap, better kill that rap
Think life is a game, until that ass get tapped
And when it do, what you do, you run like a bitch
Or do you straight turn state on a nigga and snitch
When you ain't got your boys, you ain't got no balls
And you ain't gangsta with all them 911 calls
Real niggas don't call police
Real niggas handle theirs when they got beef
Flawed niggas talk shit and know they can't back it
Know they ain't real but always trying to act it

Yo if you want to go to war, its alright
Well if you ain't hardcore, its alright
You want to get it on nigga, its alright
Its alright (its alright), It's alright (its alright)

I'm the original jacker, flawed boy attacker
Taking your life ain't nothing but a factor
Matter of fact, I'm a killer straight out the slums
No time to dump, I got these pumps for you chumps
And I ain't talking bout' the reeboks
Getting three glocks and jumping out of treetops
Making suckers flee spots, and leave knots
Got guns, get funds, yeah I'm packing styles
Suckers acting foul, get smoked like Black and Milds
Nigga know a plan, laying down this thing
Beyond all that rap shit, I only spit game
You scared, say you scared, but just peep what I said
I'm so wicked off the head, probably shoot out of dread
that's right, all you suckers better recognize
Before I start recognizing, ain't gonna have you niggas sweatin' mine
I'm in this thang for real, ain't nothing fake here
Putting down in the zone with my nigga Shakespeare

Yo if you want to go to war, its alright
Well if you ain't hardcore, its alright
You want to get it on nigga, its alright
Its alright (it's alright)
It's alright (it's alright)

I wear my hat low, when I walk through a circle of folks I don't know
It ain't to much chalk in these streets that can hold me back
I make stacks and stacks, for the weeks and weeks I got slapped
Freaks, I got the grill with the white gold
Keep a pistol in my hand with the tight hold
From the city where they drop blows
Known to pin-hold down off them figure fours
Shit shady, we all about to bust on sight, lighting up the night
Putting hoes off in 74's and watching em' all blow
It ain't shit funny, its the money man and Gipp
Holding sawed-off pumps in your face chump
Don't disrespect the city, streets, that I'm standing on
Niggas from Miami and Atlanta holdin' heat
It ain't nothing happy
You see, it ain't all about that rapping

Yo if you want to go to war, its alright
Well if you ain't hardcore, its alright
You want to get it on nigga, its alright
Its alright (it's alright), It's alright (it's alright)

Straight up and down, I'm a let you fuck nigga know
You niggas don't want war, talking all that shit
Cause you apted up on that motherfucking tough guy juice
Get round' the motherfucking boys, listen to this goddamn rap music
And niggas think its a motherfucking game
Alright, play with it
Jt Money, Big Gipp, let you niggas know

Yo if you want to go to war, its alright
Well if you ain't hardcore, its alright

You want to get it on nigga, its alright
Its alright (its alright), It's alright (its alright)

Overall Meaning

In JT Money's song Alright, he speaks about his frustration towards people who talk big but don't follow through with their actions. He calls these individuals "flawed niggas" and "sucker niggas" and expresses disappointment that they put on a show for others rather than being real. He acknowledges that some might be scared or intimidated, but he also makes it clear that he is not afraid to face conflict head-on. In fact, he goes as far as to say that he is a "killer" from the slums who doesn't hesitate to use violence when provoked. Furthermore, he gives a nod to Miami and Atlanta, declaring that he and his people are always ready to defend themselves if necessary.

Overall, the lyrics paint a picture of a tough, no-nonsense attitude towards life. JT Money seems to have a lot of pent-up frustration that he expresses through his music, and he doesn't pull any punches. The message seems to be that if you want to talk the talk, you better be ready to walk the walk.

Line by Line Meaning

Yo if you want to go to war, its alright
It's okay if you want to fight

Well if you ain't hardcore, its alright
It's okay if you're not tough

You want to get it on nigga, its alright
It's okay if you want to fight

Its alright (its alright), It's alright (its alright)
It's okay, don't worry about it

I got a problem with fuck niggas
I have an issue with cowardly people

Always talkin' shit and try to duck niggas
Talking trash and then avoiding confrontation

Sucker niggas won't finish what they started
Cowards won't follow through on their threats

Be coppin' dueces cause them niggas soft-hearted
Running away because they're afraid

They straight bitches
They are cowards

Always puttin' on shows for these niggas and hoes
Acting tough for other people

Be wantin' to run your mouth but won't throw no blows
Talking a lot, but won't fight

Ain't got no scrap, better kill that rap
You can't fight, so quit acting tough

Think life is a game, until that ass get tapped
Don't underestimate the consequences of your actions

And when it do, what you do, you run like a bitch
When something happens, you run away like a coward

Or do you straight turn state on a nigga and snitch
Do you try to save yourself by snitching to the police?

When you ain't got your boys, you ain't got no balls
Cowards only act tough when they have their friends with them

And you ain't gangsta with all them 911 calls
Calling the police doesn't make you tough

Real niggas don't call police
Tough people don't seek the help of the police

Real niggas handle theirs when they got beef
Tough people handle their problems directly

Flawed niggas talk shit and know they can't back it
Cowards talk tough but they won't fight

Know they ain't real but always trying to act it
Cowards pretend to be tough, but they're not

I'm the original jacker, flawed boy attacker
I'm a tough person who attacks weaker people

Taking your life ain't nothing but a factor
Killing you is easy for me

Matter of fact, I'm a killer straight out the slums
I'm a dangerous killer from the ghetto

No time to dump, I got these pumps for you chumps
I have a gun and no time to waste

And I ain't talking bout' the reeboks
I'm not talking about shoes

Getting three glocks and jumping out of treetops
I'm heavily armed and attack from above

Making suckers flee spots, and leave knots
I make people run away and bruised

Got guns, get funds, yeah I'm packing styles
I have guns and make money, and I'm skilled with them

Suckers acting foul, get smoked like Black and Milds
Cowards are dealt with harshly

Nigga know a plan, laying down this thing
I have a plan and I'm putting it into action

Beyond all that rap shit, I only spit game
I'm not just a rapper, I'm a tough guy

You scared, say you scared, but just peep what I said
If you're afraid, admit it and listen to me

I'm so wicked off the head, probably shoot out of dread
I'm skilled with guns and even my hair can be dangerous

that's right, all you suckers better recognize
You need to acknowledge my power

Before I start recognizing, ain't gonna have you niggas sweatin' mine
Before you make me angry, stop bothering me

I'm in this thang for real, ain't nothing fake here
I'm really tough and not pretending

Putting down in the zone with my nigga Shakespeare
I'm ruling the game with my friend Shakespeare

I wear my hat low, when I walk through a circle of folks I don't know
I'm cautious when dealing with strangers

It ain't to much chalk in these streets that can hold me back
Nothing can stop me in the streets

I make stacks and stacks, for the weeks and weeks I got slapped
I make a lot of money, despite my setbacks

Freaks, I got the grill with the white gold
I have a fancy grill in my mouth

Keep a pistol in my hand with the tight hold
I always carry a gun with a firm grip

From the city where they drop blows
I'm from a rough city where people fight

Known to pin-hold down off them figure fours
I'm strong and skilled in combat

Shit shady, we all about to bust on sight, lighting up the night
We're about to fight, and it will be violent

Putting hoes off in 74's and watching em' all blow
We're putting women in cars and then causing explosions

It ain't shit funny, its the money man and Gipp
This is serious business for us

Holding sawed-off pumps in your face chump
Threatening people with deadly weapons

Don't disrespect the city, streets, that I'm standing on
Don't disrespect where I'm from

Niggas from Miami and Atlanta holdin' heat
People from Miami and Atlanta carry guns

It ain't nothing happy
This is serious

You see, it ain't all about that rapping
This is real life, not music

Straight up and down, I'm a let you fuck nigga know
I'm going to be honest with you

You niggas don't want war, talking all that shit
You're not prepared for a fight, so stop talking

Cause you apted up on that motherfucking tough guy juice
You're acting tough, but it's not real

Get round' the motherfucking boys, listen to this goddamn rap music
You're only acting tough because you're with your friends and listening to music

And niggas think its a motherfucking game
People think this is a joke or a game

Alright, play with it
Go ahead, keep acting tough

Jt Money, Big Gipp, let you niggas know
We're telling you honestly

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: CAMERON F. GIPP, JEFFREY JERMAINE THOMPKINS, KEVIN J. BRIGGS

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